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Story: Climbing Everest
But nights like tonight, when I stared at those two blue lines…there was no way I could wait. I sent out a group text telling them to meet at our spot and prayed they would be as happy as I am.
Holy shit were they. I don’t know why we decided to celebrate by mutilating each other, but it was romantic.
To me, anyway.
I like the thought of having them right over my heart everywhere I go. Even if we’re separated for a few hours, a few days, or by an ocean, their ownership is right there on my skin, and mine is on theirs.
Marriage is legally binding, but it’s a piece of paper. A ring can be stolen or lost. I don’t even want to think about what would have to go into removing the marks we left on each other.
It’s chilly out tonight as fall starts making itself known, but I don’t feel it with all three of them wrapped around me in one way or another, Brix’s huge jacket wrapped around my shoulders.
All three of my guys are quite a bit taller than me, but Brix is a freaking giant at six feet seven inches tall. He’s strong but lean, his body like a basketball player’s. I’m average height at five foot six, but I have a feeling our child will be a bruin like their daddy…whoever it might be.
“Does it…it’s going to be hard to know who the father is by looks alone,” I say, leaning against Brix’s chest and looking at each of them in turn.
Kato has icy blue eyes, Madd has green, I have gray eyes, and Brix has brown. But even that won’t matter much. Kato is Greek. Both his parents have brown eyes, something we all like to tease him about and accuse him of being the milkman’s kid. Madd’s theory is he’s actually the product of an affair between Mrs. Antoniou and their driver who just so happens to have the same bright, icy blue eyes.
“And?” Madd asks. He shifts so he can lay his head on my lap and look into my eyes.
“It won’t bother you not knowing which of you is the biological father?”
Madd makes this dismissive sound in the back of his throat. Brix groans. Kato leans forward and cups my face in his big hands.
“Does it botheryou?”
“Absolutely not,” I tell him.
“Then why the hell would we care? You’re giving us our first child,” he says, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead.
“First of many, if I have my way,” Madd teases with a wink.
All three of my guys are the most perfect combination of hard and soft, jagged and smooth. They can fuck me so hard I scream until my throat is raw and voice scratchy, then lower me into a hot bubble bath and massage my sore muscles until I feel like a jellyfish.
They’ve taken turns with me, fucked me all at the same time until I felt so full, spewing some of the dirtiest things possible, then turned around and snuggled me until I fell asleep surrounded by all three of them.
And they love me. They love me as much as I love them.
Yet, there’s still this huge mountain standing between us and our happily ever after.
Or rathertwomountains.
We’ll have to find a way to keep our fathers from going to war when they find out their children have formed an unorthodox family.
I can’t imagine Christos will betoounhappy. After all, he’ll be getting another heir out of this. His first grandchild, and I can only imagine how delighted he’ll be if I give birth to a boy.
Problem will be if we’re fully honest with our families about the fact I’m fully committed to all three of them, to Kato and Brix and Madd, and that we have no intention of discovering who actually impregnated me.
Maybe we’ll keep that little tidbit from the Antonious’.
The biggest issue will be tellingmyfather. He barely tolerates me as it is since I’m a girl, but he’s the one who screws anything with two legs instead of my mom. I mean, yeah, they’re pretty much past childbearing years, but I remember how often he didn’t come home, and I remember hearing their fights about his cheating.
Who knows? Maybe I have a sibling out there I don’t know about.
His only daughter, pregnant by the son of his rival, his enemy. My Russian father will see this as an act of war somehow. He’ll use what I see as a blessing as a way to attack the Greek crime family.
Panic begins to seize me and I’m having a hard time drawing in a full breath.
“Fuck. What? What’s wrong?” Kato asks at the same time Brix lifts me as though I weigh nothing and turns me so he can see my face.
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